Fiction

Continued...
My eyes feel heavy and I start to wonder if I am dreaming. Then all of a sudden my computer walks into the room. It now has silver legs and is talking to me. The cartoon eyes on the screen locked with mine. 

                           

Did you know that monsters are real? Oh yes child, they are very real. No child, those adults are very wrong. Under your bed? Well not anymore, they moved just last week to your closet. Wait a minute, why in the world would they eat you?

On 27th Avenue
Oscar Reo

Winter is my favorite time of the year because of the magic it brings. You wake up in the morning with the frost on your window from the cold night before, the sun shining brightly in you face.

 I step off the plane.
    

A Warning To Chailon 

Dread fills my stomach and fear starts to strangle my insides. As I fall faster and faster, hurdling towards the hard, rock strewn ground.

   (A/N: This is another excerpt from my novel! It's not in order, this is a piece from the middle, so it might be a bit confusing, but please read it! I'd love feedback!)

Emma had never believed in ghost stories. Until one happened to her.

Every twelve-year-old in New Orleans had heard the story of Freya, Rafferty, and The Box. It went like this...

There once was a boy named Gerald. To be continued...